Mario Party 0.9 The End is Nigh

Nearing the end of the "making of" but even more so nearing the night of the actual Mario Party! Anne is still oblivious to what we will put her through. Moah... moahhhahaha...MOAHAHAHA!

I tried to tell him it wasn't for him... But he just wouldn't listen!! Look at that face, thats pure happiness people. PURE. HAPPINESS.

Mario Party 0.5 The Mushroom Kingdom Mess

After a couple days my flat started to look like a post nuclear version of the Mushroom Kingdom. A step in the right direction. I think.

Mario Party 0.1 Once upon a time...

...In a small flat in Guildford there where cardboard boxes, chicken wire, wallpaper glue, paint, old newspapers, a retarded sewing machine, pink fabric, wasabi peas and a couple very "special" people.

Oh Laura.

I'm forever grateful for my endless supply of fans. If it wasn’t for my fans I would have animated my way through yet another day without updating my otherwise forgotten corner of the Internet. Here's for you Laura, my no1 fan (and no, I don’t mean the kind of fan that hangs from a ceiling. And blows air. You're so much more than that!)

Yeah so once again I fail with the updates. But you see soo much has happened in the last couple weeks! I did promise the frequent build up for Cake Wars but now Oli's off on a one month undeserved (and not to mention UNPAID. There. In yo face! Snap!) vacation it will just have to wait. Excuses excuses. To follow this brief but colourful revisit of the Heads will be a massive one that perhaps serve as a part of an explanation towards why I’ve been too busy to update. Yes some of you might know what I'm talking about. The oh so splendid, gorgeous, wonderful and adventurous MARIO PARTY-hen night dedicated to our favourite princess Anne "Peach" Parkkali.

But now:

HEADS. IN. BAGS.

 

 Bag-rape. Never gets old.

So I drew him a picture to explain what this is about. I guess he's just to primitive for pictures. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy by using strong violence and starvation? Might work... just might work. 

Everyone loves Frida. Man in pants LOVES Frida. I'm not sure he loves Johannes.

I know they're not edited "and all that jaaaaeessch", like the jazz-lady would have put it, but it will just have to do for now. The raw unflattering truth of my camera.

The return of the Heads

Yeah I know, I deliver. With "besked".
Do I have to say it? No. Maybe not. I don't have to tell you where we ended up on Friday. So I'm not going to. On Saturday however I dressed up in my finest geeky glasses to bring stolen goods (you know its flowers) and rum for lovely Elaine’s birthday drinks. I think I left at some point and got replaced by some drunken misbehaving impostor. Most unfortunate. I don't know why that always seem to happen when Anne brings her black vodka and we decide to drink it all straight up in 10 minutes.